A/N: I know it's been like a year XD I missed writing about these two though! Hope everyone's having a great summer vacation!

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God wears a Rolex

"What about this one?" Sam asked, coming out of her closet for the umpteenth time. She'd invited Karen over to help her pick out something to wear for the party tonight. They'd already gone through half her closet, each outfit apparently falling short of Karen's party-approved requirements.

"Oh Sammy." Karen whined, giving her a pitying look. "Not that. You look like a bag lady…a homeless bag lady… with love handles...and a flat ass-"

"Alright! I get it." Sam groaned, feeling like they'd never find something by tonight.

"You know what the easy solution to this is." Karen chimed, hopping up from her seat on Sam's bed.

"No!" Sam insisted, giving her friend a no-nonsense look.

"Come on! We still have time to head over to my place! I'll let you borrow something just for tonight!"

"No offense, Karen, but every dress you own looks like you bought it off of a five cent hooker."

"None taken." She said, not deterred in the slightest. "And maybe that's exactly what you need. You've got a nice body Sam. You might as well show it off before everything starts to sag. You think Steven's really going to miss you if you show up in something he's seen you in a million times before? Pleeease, Sammy, I'm begging you, let me dress you. "

Sam bit down on her lip, surveying her appearance once more. Karen was right. She did look like frumpy bag lady. She'd worn the only even slightly risqué outfit she owned to school today.

Sighing, Sam nodded, immediately rewarded by a delighted squeal from her friend. At this point, she didn't really have any other choice. They were running out of time to find something. Even if they had all night, though, Sam highly doubted they would ever find something fit for going to a high school party in her wardrobe.

…..

Twenty minutes later, Sam stared at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing her reflection.

"I look like Malibu barbie if she'd been some sort of high end prostitute." Sam groaned, tugging at the dress that was nowhere near long enough to reach mid-thigh.

It was true, though. The dress Karen had picked out for her was tight enough to pass as leather and so short she'd have to cross her legs if she didn't want to give the people around her a peepshow when she sat down, god for bid.

"I know." Karen said, surveying her work proudly. "Isn't it wonderful."

"No Karen-"

Sam's words were cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

"He's here!" Karen squealed, darting for the front door as Sam lunged after her. She'd barely made it to her friend's side as Karen pulled open the door.

"Well hello there." Karen said, her eyes shamelessly soaking up the sight of Jared. "Aren't you looking handsome tonight."

Sam couldn't tell whether Jared was humoring her or if he genuinely liked Karen as he returned her smile.

"You know, Karen, if you keep this up I might just start to get the wrong impression about your intentions."

Karen laughed. "No, as gorgeous as you are, I know you're Sammy's. Of course, that doesn't mean I can't appreciate you, especially when you're dressed like that."

As much as Sam hated to admit it, Karen did have a point. Jared was dressed in jeans and a beige sweater that hugged him in all the right places. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he wore a simple rolex on his right wrist.

Jared's eyes drifted past Karen to Sam, and for the first time since they'd opened the door Sam realized Jared had a bouquet of roses in his hands.

"I'm impressed." Jared said, a smile on his lips as he extended the flowers towards Sam. "I thought you might back out."

Sam's eyes flared, and when she made no move to accept the flowers, Karen did so for her.

"Well clearly you were mistaken." Sam snapped, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Clearly." Jared echoed, looking thoroughly amused.

"Sam, whose at the door!" Sam cringed as her mother's voice carried down the hallway. The one thing she'd been hoping to avoid was a formal introduction between Jared and her parents. Jared, on the other hand, seemed to welcome the opportunity, casting a questioning look over Sam's shoulder.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your parents?"

"No." Sam said flatly, grabbing Jared's arm and beginning to pull him towards the car.

"They're not going to wonder whose taking their daughter out after dark on a Friday night?"

"They might."

"Well then it's only polite that I introduce myself."

"That's really not necessary-"

Too late.

Same groaned inwardly as her mother emerged in the doorway alongside Karen.

"Samantha, is this the boy you've been telling me about?"

Sam reddened instantly. Clearly, subtleness was not her mother's strong point. She could just barely see Jared fight back a smile out of the corner of her eye. First Karen, and now her mother. Well wasn't this turning into one big happy get together.

Cursing inwardly, Sam turned back towards her mother and forced a smile.

"Yes, mom, this is Jared."

The middle aged woman's eyes warmed as she appraised Jared. "He's much cuter than your last boyfriend, Samantha-"

"Alright, I think it's time that we get going. Mom, Karen, I'll talk to you guys later, kay."

Turning, Sam all but dragged Jared towards the car. It was best that she put an end to the embarrassment before her mom had time to invite Jared in and show him all of her baby pictures. Or better yet, have him meet her dad and go through the whole What are your intentions with my daughter speech.

"Be safe!" Sam could just barely hear her mother call from the door as Jared opened the car door for her and she all but jumped into the passenger's seat. A couple seconds later she heard the driver's door open, her eyes focused straight ahead as Jared got in.

He was quiet beside her for a couple seconds, and though Sam wouldn't allow herself to look, she had a feeling Jared's eyes were on her.

"Do you have a curfew?"

For a second Sam contemplated lying to him and telling him she did, simply as a back up plan in case the rest of the night went horribly. In the end, though, she found herself telling him the truth for no particular reason.

"No, I don't."

"That's good." Jared paused for a moment. "So are you and Karen always attached at the hip?"

Despite herself, Sam laughed. "No. I mean, not really. Interestingly enough, she seems to pop up whenever she finds out you're involved."

Jared chuckled. "Simply coincidence, I'm sure."

"Oh yeah. Coincidence." Sam muttered, shifting anxiously in her seat. She knew this wasn't a date. Hell, they wouldn't even be hanging out if it weren't for their little plot for revenge. For some reason, though, the tension that had settled in her chest felt suspiciously reminiscent of first-date jitters.

"You and you're mother look alike." Jared said, glancing over at her with a small smirk.

Sam winced inwardly. Not that she cared, because she didn't, but the idea that she reminded Jared of a middle aged woman with half a head of grey hair and a few too many krispe kremes under her belt didn't exactly thrill her.

"I didn't mean it as an insult." Jared said, clearly picking up on Sam's disappointment.

"I don't care." Sam said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. The last thing she needed was Jared thinking she was sitting her getting her panties in a bunch over him.

"It's in the eyes." Jared explained despite her brush off. "You both have the same eyes."

Sam blinked, caught off guard by his response. The fact that he'd noticed such a detail after they'd only really known each other for a few days surprised her. Even Steven had taken months to remember her eye color.

"It's weird that you would notice something like that." Sam muttered, more to herself than to him.

Jared glanced over at her. "Is it?"

Sam felt a shiver run up her spine as Jared's eyes connected with hers. Clearing her throat, she crossed her arms in front of her.

"Yeah, you know, weird as in totally creeperish."

Being a bitch to Jared was a sort of knee-jerk reaction for her, Sam was realizing. Even when she didn't mean to be rude to him, she found herself responding to him with insults and sharp words.

For the first time since she'd met Jared, though, she was beginning to think that might not necessarily be a good thing.

…..

Sam took a deep breath as she stood next to Jared in front of what was no short of a mansion. Loud music blared through the windows, competing with the sound of skin against water as kid's jumped into the pool around back.

So this was how the popular kids spent their weekends, partying it up in places that were big enough to fit at least five of her houses.

As a member of the social group that fell somewhere in between the popular rich kids and the social outcasts, Sam was never invited to parties like this. Hell, the only reason Steven had probably been invited was because he was dating Heather.

Standing there in her knock-off dress and discount heels, she got the distinct feeling that she didn't belong, like somehow she'd mistakenly stumbled in on something she had no right to be a part of.

"You ready?" Jared asked, slipping his arm around her shoulder.

Sam bit down on her lip, resisting the urge to shrug him off.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Following Jared's lead, she stepped forward, immediately confronted by the distinct smell of alcohol and B.O. as they stepped through the door. The crowd of scantily clad teenagers grinding against one another seemed to part before them, all eyes on Jared as he was greeted with a series of nods and waves.

Of course, she should have expected as much. He was, after all, one of the most popular kids in school. It was only natural that they'd roll out the red carpet treatment for him.

He was the equivalent of a god in most of their eyes, the wanna be's looking up to him and the cool kids recognizing him as one of their own.

Making their way to a free spot along the wall, Jared inclined his head towards the nearby table.

"You want me to get you a drink?"

Sam nodded, more so because she needed a couple seconds to gather her thoughts than anything else. She felt like she'd stepped into a different world, a world of privilege and status where being on Jared's arm opened all the doors that had been closed to her before.

It was disgusting and morbidly fascinating all at once.

"I'll be right back." Jared said, leaving her side as he made his way over to the table.

Crossing her arms in front of her, Sam leaned against the wall, scanning the crowd. She barely recognized anyone here. Moreover, though, she doubted anyone would come up and talk to her unless Jared was with her.

Not that she was complaining.

She'd survived three years of high school without their approval. She wasn't about to kill over and die because they weren't going to give it to her now.

"Are you new here?"

It took Sam a couple seconds to realize that the boy to her right was speaking to her, the tall brunette flashing her a friendly smile as he extended his hand towards her. He wasn't overly attractive, but she could tell by the expensive designer jacket he was wearing that he was loaded. Money was his ticket into the popular circle.

"Yeah, I don't usually go to parties like this." She said, taking his hand.

"I can tell." The boy said, smiling a bit.

"Is it that obvious?" Sam asked, flushing.

"Well", the boy said, motioning to her surroundings. "You're at a party standing against the wall looking about as stiff as a board. Either you don't want to be here or you don't know how to handle yourself because you're not used to it."

He was right on both accounts, thought Sam would walk through fire before she told him so.

"I'm Exavior."

"Sam." She said, reciprocating the introduction. Well, despite her assumptions, apparently not all of the people at this party had their heads shoved up their asses. Just the extreme majority.

"So you wanna dance?" Exavoir asked, the look in his eyes hopeful.

Sam sighed. "I'd like to but-"

"She's taken. Sorry." Sam flinched as Jared's voice sounded next to her. He was sizing up the boy like someone who'd made the mistake of wandering into the wrong part of town.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" The boy looked almost starstruck as he hurriedly mumbled an apology. "Jared, I had no idea you two were together."

Jared's features lightened considerably at the boy's words. "No problem. Have we met before?"

The boy flushed. "Well, not really. I mean, I know who you are, but you probably don't know who I am. I hang out in Chris's group. We've been at a couple of the same parties."

Jared nodded slowly. "Yeah, now that you mention it, I think I remember you. Your Finn's younger brother, right?"

The boy absolutely beamed. "Yeah! I can't believe you remember me."

Sam shifted uncomfortably next to Jared. Jesus, this kid looked like he was getting a hard on just because Jared had remembered him in passing.

"Sure. We had art class together, and you're the one that made the roman inspired painting for your semester project. That was awesome, by the way."

"Th-Thanks." Grinning like he'd just won the lottery, Exhavior took a couple seconds to gather his thoughts. "Listen, I don't want to intrude on your night any more than I already have, but it was great running into you. Oh, and it was nice to meet you too Sam."

Sam stared, mouth slightly agape, as Exhavior disappeared into the crowd. These people really did look at Jared like he was some god.

"Your drink." Jared said, turning to Sam and handing her a glass.

"Right." Sam mumbled, taking the red cup from him. "So, what was the deal with that?"

"With what?" Jared asked, his brows creasing slightly.

"You know." Sam said, motion back in the direction Exhavior had gone. "Exhavior. That kid practically worships the ground you walk on."

Jared's reaction was so subtle Sam almost missed it. She could see just the slightest bit of tension in his face, his jaw tensing as he ran a disinterested gaze over the crowd.

"It's nothing. Have you seen Steven and Heather yet?"

Sam shook her head. She'd almost forgotten the reason she'd even agreed to come to this party in the first place.

"No, but I've kind of been a little occupied."

A small smirk tugged at the corners of Jared's lips. "I guess if we're really looking for them, we'd probably have better luck starting with the bedrooms."

Sam snickered, catching his implication. "That's definitely not something I want to walk in on. But I've gotta know….is it true?"

"Is what true?"

Sam flushed. He was actually going to make her say it.

"What they say about Heather. You know, about her being the queen of blowjobs or whatever."

An odd look flashed across Jared's face. "I wouldn't know."

Sam pegged him with an expectant look, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, she narrowed her eyes. Jared had never been a man of few words.

"Alright, and?"

"And what? She was my girlfriend, Sam, not some one night stand. I didn't try and pressure her into doing anything like that where I knew she might feel uncomfortable."

Well, didn't she feel like the biggest bitch in the world right now.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume…"

"It's fine, I get why you would, given your shining opinion of me." Sam felt a pang of guilt pulse through her at his words.

"C'mon." Jared said, inclining his head towards the dance floor.

"Whoa, wait a minute." Sam said, her eyes widening. "You never said anything about having to dance with you when you invited me to this thing."

"What's wrong?" Jared asked, amusement flashing in his eyes. "You don't know how to dance?"

"It's not that!" Sam snapped. "Of course I know how to dance. It's just…"

How could she explain it to him without sounding like a total dork? She knew how to dance…just not well. And preferably not in front of people.

"Here," Jared said, taking his hand in hers and pulling her towards the dance floor. "It'll be fine, just follow my lead."

"Jared, I really don't think this is a good idea."

"Well, see, that's the problem." Jared said. "Because I do."

"Jared-"

Sam stiffened as Jared pulled her out onto the dance floor. She had a feeling the night was about to get a lot more interesting, and not in a good way.

A/N: Haha, now the real fun starts next chapter

Anywhoo, R&R, tell me what you thought of this chapter! Favorite character? Personally I'm impartial to Karen